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Chapter Fifty-Two: The Mask Comes Off
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2025-06-08 22:32:10
Jhumie_writesThis chapter was difficult to write, but necessary. Ivy’s world has officially cracked. The mask Victor wore is gone, and what lies beneath is darker than she imagined. This isn’t just about heartbreak anymore; it’s about survival, strength, and the terrifying realization that love was never truly part of the deal. Ivy has reached a turning point. She now understands that no one is coming to rescue her, and if she wants out, if she wants power over her own story, she’s going to have to fight for it in the most dangerous way possible: by staying silent, watching, and planning. Thank you for sticking with Ivy through this harrowing moment. From here on out, her journey gets colder, smarter, and infinitely more dangerous. Keep reading. This is where the war begins. – With all my heart, JW
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